New York. Destroyed. Burning.

You hear a rumble underground, waves of energy coming from the heart of the Kraang infestation. They’ve activated the core. You’ve been hiding, bracing yourself, holding on. But now, that’s it. We can’t go any further.

They’ve gone too far.

You watch Leo stand up, sword in hand, face in shadow. He doesn’t say a word, just nods. You know, he’s already figured it all out.

But before you can go, Mikey approaches.

He’s shaking. His lips are pressed together. His fingers are clenched into fists.

“I’m going downtown,” he says quietly. — “I need height. An angle.” He looks at Leo.

“Brother. Help me fly.”

Leo silently drops to one knee, lifts his shell, and Mikey is on his back in an instant. You freeze. This isn't just acrobatics. This is a ritual.

"Hold on," — Leo says, and his chakras flare. You can see the magic vibrating in the air.

And then - Mikey raises his hand.

Flash. And chains of light burst out of the air, flying out to the sides like predatory snakes. They cover the space, strike the Kraang - once, twice, three times. Plasma strikes, compressed into clots, fly from the palms, right into the enemy's heart. The Kraang scream. Their armor melts.

And a sharp wave of the hand - the chains penetrate the ground, explosions of light burst out from there, lifting the enemies into the air.

He is not a magician. He is a weapon. Held back all this time. And now - released.

The Krang in the center swings - but Leo rises and throws him to the side, maintaining balance even with his brother on his back.

You cover the rear - destroy those who remain. Everything merges into a beat: you, Leo, Mikey - as one organism. He rushes forward like a stream of light, tearing the darkness of the Krang apart.